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Those were the two choices presented by Mrs. Bruzon for our TV viewing the night before Brentford took on MK Dons and, of course, the (then) table topping six-pointer between Wolves and Leyton Orient.

The Brentford game was just too big. A chance to take first place should the Molineux game end in a draw (which, of course, it duly did – thanks Orient and Wolves. Nice one). And so, in order to be at Griffin Park with no bad blood I fell on my sword, gritted my teeth for two hours of Brontë inspired tedium – school governess and brooding estate owner coyishly tiptoe around each other for 120 minutes before finally kissing – and took that hit for the team.